"Grief. Grief is the most peculiar thing: we are so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open at it's own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each day and a little less, and one day we wonder what has become of it."Memoirs of a Geisha
Arthur Golden | On Grief
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